I just lost the control of my damn mind. It was reviewing a memory, I was that his place, I fell sleep on their coutch and he was at work. I woke up with his kiss.

No! Noooooooooo! I wont let a kiss, a single good moment deceives me, tricks me to forget and deny the hell I was living in. No! At any cost I won't let it happen. I wont see the demon as a an angle just because he showed me a moment of fucking affection in the thousand levels of hell he put me in the first place. Screw him, screw his life, screw his memories, screw every single thing related to that certain dead person.

Screw that kiss, screw who I was back then.

This is the meaning of satisfaction.